This is a song about "Left"

That damier bag i bought her

Your father left you for another

As: other plans got in the way

Got nothing left to say

I left for one summer,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

No car key and i mean that

His ego left bloated

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

With the rest who are left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Your family is left wondering why

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

They think they bring that pain

Right now using my left brain